Video 16 Apr

I never wanted this distance
This distance between myself and the rest of the world

Unanswered voicemails the cursor hangs anxiously
Waiting for words that never come
Pages filled with scraps of life imagined
Reconstructed like the act of a murder scene
I don’t want the baggage of things that are left unsaid
Somewhere in between we’ve lost ourselves

Keep our cards close it’s how we wear our lies
Together but we are alone
Bridge of memories, that ends in death cycling like cover flow
Why are we trapped where only shadows fall?
How do we belong?
Punching holes in myself when there’s no holes left to cut and regret does not absolve

It’s all falling apart in my hands
It’s all I have
Choked up
Bled out
Waiting for tears
Will they come?

Further our hearts
Our rendered voice
Across the world
Still the tears won’t come

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